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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:52 pm
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Word count: 251
Kol was slowly wandering through a hilly region, the grass-covered mounds sloping gently enough that it was no strain to walk for long periods of him but were high enough that you couldn’t see past the next hill until you’d climbed it. It reminded him a little of home, where they had a tiny area of hills that separated ocean from forest and mountains.
He wasn’t paying much attention to where his feet carried him, feeling thoroughly depressed and quite sure there had to be something wrong with him. Okay, so plenty of foxes out there were anti-social or loners. And yea, he was sure there were plenty of foxes out there who dated a lot and had several duds before they found “the one”. Heck, by the standards of one of those foxes Kol’s strike list probably seemed like he was doing just fine!
None of this was helping to cheer him up though. Was he just that unable to maintain a relationship? First Reisa, then Fleur. Heck, he didn’t even keep up with any of his family! It made Kol want to just flop down where he stood and just stay there until he withered away. A little overly dramatic, perhaps, but he was felt like indulging in a little drama at this moment.
He heaved a sigh and continued forward, so lost in his own little world that while he thought his path was aimless he was subconsciously following a delicious smell drifting towards him on the wind.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:56 pm
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Word count: 161
Kol jumped at the sudden and unexpected noise. If the male in front of his wasn’t good at tracking, at least he had an excuse; Kol was passably decent at tracking and should more than have been able to spot the male that must have been in sight for several minutes as he walked. Or maybe not, as he gave the male a second and more thorough look. After all it wasn’t like the landscape around here was all greens, and the speckled brown coat would make for excellent camouflage. That didn’t lessen his sense of chagrin at all though…
“I’m so sorry,” he squeaked, then stopped and cleared his throat, blushing at the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again, in calmer, even tones. “I was completely zoned out and not paying any attention to my surroundings.” He flushed again. “I hope I didn’t startle you, I promise I’m not some sort of creep or anything like that.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 9:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:03 pm
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Word count: 222
Kol didn’t know whether to smile, shake his head, or cringe. He hadn’t thought the male would reflect his own offer back at him, though if he was pressed for an answer he would have to say he wasn’t really surprised. So far the male had shown to be possessed of manners and had an attitude similar to Kol’s in that it wasn’t quite submissive as it was deferential.
He believed whole-heartedly in what he’d told the male, about how talking about what was troubling one was a good was to relieve the tension from the troubles, so in theory it would also apply to his own troubled state. The thought of pouring out all his worries, no matter how kind and willing the listening ear, made him feel like a petulant child. At the same time it would be highly hypocritical to try to back out of it with an excuse. Quite the dilemma…
“Thank you, for your kind offer,” Kol said, trying to turn the conversation back to the other male without seeming rude. “I may have to take you up on that.” There, that should be a good staller. Not a refusal of the male’s offer, but not some excuse to get out of it. “So, what is it that’s got your thoughts buzzing in your head like bees?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:12 pm
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Word count: 210
Kol’s face turned into a mask of sympathy. “It seems we share the same problem then, to some extent,” he said, managing to turn his sigh into a small and quiet one rather than the gusty one it wanted to come out as. “I don’t really know if I’ve got any advice to give that could help you. “Be yourself” is something of an over-used cliché, and as far as I can tell it doesn’t really help.” He tried to offer a brave smile, though it probably came out more feeble than he would have liked. “It’s my experience that you can be yourself all you want, but if the one you’re chasing after is incompatible with you then yourself just won’t cut it.”
Kol sighed again, this time a bit more gustily. “Trouble with that saying is, it’s really hard to be anyone else but yourself. Maybe there’s others out there who can put up an act better, but I’ve never been able to do that.”
He ran a paw through his hair, trying to push away depressing thoughts before they could make him any more mopey than he already was. “My name’s Eshkol. No one uses the whole thing unless I’m in trouble though. Just call me Kol.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:14 pm
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Word count: 158
“Thanks,” Kol said, managing a genuine smile for Gariean. “It’s nice to know that I can at least do helpful right, if I have nothing else in life.” That was starting to sound a bit morbid rather than thankful, so he closed his lips on anything he might have added before he could make it worse. He didn’t really feel like walking away and continuing his mope fest, so he cast about for anything to say to prolong the conversation. Gariean was actually interesting to talk to, and that helped. Shared misery was apparently a truth.
“So, any stories behind your worry,” he asked curiously. “Like failed relationships, or you just haven’t been able to find anyone yet.” He blushed a little. “I’m sorry, that was horribly forward of me and probably none of my business. You don’t have to answer that, and in fact you’d be entitled to tell me to take my questions and shove ‘em.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 10:15 pm
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